Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Afghanistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gastr Del Sol to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacques Brel,
Agitation Free,
Juan Atkins,
Basic Channel,
Camberwell Now,
Pagans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bad Manners,
Fela Kuti,
T.S.O.L.,
OOIOO,
the Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Hoover,
EPMD,
The Fortunes,
Unwound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
Marmalade,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aural Exciters,
Bang On A Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stetsasonic,
Pantytec,
Marine Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Loose Ends,
Thee Headcoats,
KRS-One,
Gang Starr,
Skaos,
The Saints,
The Leaves,
Bootsy Collins,
H. Thieme,
Moss Icon,
Slick Rick,
Camouflage,
Tears for Fears,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare,
Vladislav Delay,
Lakeside,
Barry Ungar,
Interpol,
Gang Green,
Nas,
Malaria!,
The Names,
Arthur Verocai,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moleskins,
Maurizio,
Faust,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.